My Take

Taking a deep breath
Inhaling the turbid air
Though believing I'm in good health

Disturbances from the outside
Staring straight ahead
No need to glance to either side

Even peacefulness often stirs
No hope for a perfect balance
But to balance these perfect words

Pages in life are not the only things to turn
But pages often stick together
May be why we never learn

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